<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Over His Latte.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's only just sat down <br>in the cafe when she enters <br>and stands at the counter </div><div style="margin:10px 0">waiting to be served. He lets <br>his latte settle. Allows his <br>eyes to scrutinize. The waitress </div><div style="margin:10px 0">serves the woman in the white <br>hat and black dress. He notes <br>her fine figure, the low cut at </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the neck, the thin straps over <br>shoulders. He tries to breathe <br>in from where he sits her perfume, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but it doesn't come. The woman <br>orders an espresso and says it <br>with an Italian accent. He follows </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her with his eyes as she walks <br>to a table alone. She looks like a <br>girl Modigliani would have painted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looks at her watch and then <br>around the room of the cafe. <br>She crosses her legs, one over </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the other, thigh revealed. He sips <br>his latte. Wipes his lips with the <br>back of his hand. Bad habit, mother </div><div style="margin:10px 0">would have slapped his hand as a <br>child once. The waitress delivers <br>the woman's coffee; he notes the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">waitress's fine behind, the hands <br>serving, the legs touching together. <br>Then she's gone. Just the woman</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> in the white hat to study. The way<br>she lifts the small white cup to her <br>mouth, her fingers holding delicately, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if afraid to break. Get a life Brody <br>would say if he were there. But he's not; <br>he's away with that girl from the office, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">having a lay. The woman in the hat <br>stares at him, her eyes devour, her lips <br>part like legs before sex. She looks boringly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">away. He sips more latte. He doesn't like <br>her white hat or black dress anyway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527947" data-title="Over His Latte. de Terry Collett" data-description="He's only just sat down in the cafe when she enters and stands at the counter waiting to be served. He lets his latte settle. Allows his eyes to scrutinize. The waitress serves the woman in the white hat and black dress. He notes her fin..."></div> </div> </div>

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